Old Mr. Owl didn't like our attention and he flapped away to the top of a different tree. It couldn't quite sustain his weight and swayed alarmingly-to which I "hooted" a little too loudly for his liking. He departed with a disdainful 'who-who' (do you think you are?).
11 January 2009
What a Hoot
After we got home from our failed attempt for a decent pic of the rising moon last night (blame it on the clouds), we had a sighting of the neighborhood owl at the top of a tree. It was really too dark to get a picture but Mr. Sunny obligingly attempted it. He captured this interesting image.
Old Mr. Owl didn't like our attention and he flapped away to the top of a different tree. It couldn't quite sustain his weight and swayed alarmingly-to which I "hooted" a little too loudly for his liking. He departed with a disdainful 'who-who' (do you think you are?).
Old Mr. Owl didn't like our attention and he flapped away to the top of a different tree. It couldn't quite sustain his weight and swayed alarmingly-to which I "hooted" a little too loudly for his liking. He departed with a disdainful 'who-who' (do you think you are?).
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